In Thailand there is no such thing as Fall. The only seasons that exist are super hot and humid, then rainy + super hot and humid, and then for about two weeks in January a little less super hot and humid until it’s super hot and humid again. I really really missed Fall when I lived in Thailand. Continue Reading
My Thai Boyfriend (who has now been my Thai Hubby for 9 years!!!) parked our scooter on the side of the red dirt road. We sat down on a worn, wooden table under a huge tree that slightly sheltered us from the 100 degree heat. Continue Reading
I could feel my stress float away and relaxation take its place, like it always does whenever I’m about to open my new issue of Bon Appetit. But before I could open it, Thai Hubby saw the glistening pictures on the cover of what looked like a Thai version of a chicken soup, and freaked out.
Soothing. That’s what comes to my mind when I think of Tom Kha Gai, aka Thai Coconut Chicken Soup with Galangal. It calms my heart with every bite. Continue Reading
My sweet little 8-month-old had a fever most of the week, so for most of the week my heart felt weighed down with a 500 pound barbell as I looked at her sad, droopy, big eyes that are usually playful and bright, and snuggled her listless body into my arms, which is usually crawling all over the house nonstop.
Confession: Nostalgic tears pricked my eyes as I was taking pictures of this hot, steaming Thai Pork and Cabbage Soup. Continue Reading
When Rocco was 4-months-old and just starting to eat solid foods, I wanted him to try Thai baby food that most Thai babies eat, jok, aka Thai rice porridge/rice congee that Thais love to eat for breakfast, but really any time. Jok is pureed rice with chicken broth, pork dumplings, a coddled egg, and sprinkled on top of the steaming white goodness are green onions, cilantro and ginger.
When we were eating at Japanese buffet place in Houston the other day I said, “Koph khun ka!” (Thank you!) to the server after she gave us our drinks. I don’t think she really heard me, thankfully, but Dom’s mom, sister (who are visiting with us for three weeks from Thailand) and Dom all chuckled at me.
Dom’s grandma put the two silver baht coins in Dom’s small caramel colored hand before he walked out the door. He held them tight as he ambled down the dusty path with huge, yellow-green banana leaves occasionally brushing his skinny legs. Sweat beaded on his brow as he wished yet again that he lived somewhere cold. Continue Reading